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Thomas 22 [mf, teen]
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
you, please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
matter offensive.
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-- Chapter Twenty-Two
Rodger wondered when Dale would show up. He had told the idiot to
be here at 6:30. It was now almost 6:40 and still no sign of the
bastard. As he turned to head back inside the shed, he saw Dale
running up the path.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded as Dale nearly collided
into him.
"I'm sorry, Rodge. I got stuck cleaning up after supper. I got
here as fast as I could. Is she here yet? I'm not too late, am I?"
"Get your fucking ass inside there. Shit, if she shows and sees
you, everything will be ruined. I'm having second thoughts about you
being here at all, now."
"Ah comon, Rodge. I said I was sorry. Besides you promised me I
was gonna get laid today. Who is she? If I'm gonna see her soon
anyways, you might as well tell me who she is."
Rodger pushed Dale inside the shed. He led him over to where
several large boxes were stacked next to a work table. He shoved him
roughly behind the boxes.
"Now get down there. I don't want to see or hear you. If you fuck
this up, I swear I'll beat the fucking shit out of you. You
understand?"
"Hey! That hurt," Dale complained, as he rubbed his leg where it
had banged into the table. "You don't have to do that shit. Don't
worry, I'll be quiet. You won't even know I'm here. But comon, Rodge,
who's the girl? I wanna know who she is?"
"Debbie," Rodger answered, glancing nervously at the open door.
"No shit? Debbie? God, you think she'll suck us off? Betcha if
she does, she'll swallow it."
"Sure," Rodger said. "We already know she loves to swallow the
shit. But blowjobs ain't the only things she'll do."
"I hope not. I've dreamed about fucking those big tits of her's.
Thinks she'll do that too? Do you, Rodge?"
"Why would you want to fuck her tits, when you could be fucking her
cunt? You're here to get laid, ain't you?"
"Well . . . sure, I guess. It's just that I've always wanted to
lose myself in those tits. God, they're so big. Sandy's are so small.
Hell, I almost have bigger tits than she has. But Debbie. Now she'
got a pair I could party with forever."
"You'll get to do all of that, tonight. That's if you don't fuck
things up. Now get down there, and make sure you ain't seen. She
should be coming almost any minute now."
"Okay, no sweat. Like I said before, you won't even know I'm here.
But Rodge? If she's gonna do us both, why do I have to hide? And how
will I know when it's time to come out?"
"I'll let you know, don't worry. Debbie doesn't realize she's doing
us both, just yet. But don't worry. Once the bitch gets all hot and
bothered, she'll beg to take us both on."
"And Dale, just one other thing. She likes it rough sometimes. So
if you see us doing stuff, don't worry."
"Stuff? What stuff?" Dale asked, feeling a little unsure.
"You know, stuff. Sometimes she likes being slapped around.
Sometimes she likes to pretend she being raped. If that happens, don't
worry. Just play along with her, okay?"
"Gee, I don't know, Rodge. It sounds a bit weird to me. Maybe this
ain't such a good idea."
"Fuck, don't back out on me now. Look, if you don't want to do
anything, just stay hidden. But I think you're a damn fool to pass up
this chance. You wanna stay a virgin the rest of your life, that's
okay by me. You do what you want, but make sure you don't fuck things
up for me."
Dale hid behind the boxes. He wondered what Rodger had gotten him
into. He watched as Rodger spread a blanket on the floor near one of
the large poles supporting the roof. Rodger sat on the blanket with
his back against the pole, facing the door.
Rodger was feeling nervous. What if she doesn't show, he wondered.
Or that fucking asshole over there shows his ugly face? He reached in
his back pocket for Snake. The cool feel of the handle helped calm his
nerves.
She'll show. The fucking cunt can't wait to get fucked. And
fucked, she'll get tonight. He absentmindedly rubbed his hardening
penis, as he imagined Debbie beneath him. His throbbing cock ramming
her wet cunt as she begged him to fuck her faster and harder.
His body tensed as he heard someone outside. Sitting perfectly
still, he waited for whoever it was to approach the opened door. His
breath caught in his throat when he saw her darkened silhouette framed
by the bright sunlight outside.
"Rodge? Rodger? Are you here?" Debbie called in a low voice. She
entered, unable to see clearly in the dimness of the shed.
"Rodger? Are you here?" she said, a bit more forcibly.
"Hi Debbie. I'm glad you showed up. I wasn't sure if you would,"
Rodger said, once she was half way across the room.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, startled by his voice. "I almost didn't see
you there. It sure is dark in here."
"You'll get use to it after a few minutes. I can see you without
any trouble. It's just when you come in from outside."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I can see you a lot better know. Is
that a blanket you're sitting on?"
"Yeah, I brought it along in case. I didn't want you getting dirty
or anything like that. Besides, the floor is cold. Thought it might
be more comfortable this way."
"He so thoughtful," she thought. "If Lou only knew how much she's
making a mistake." Debbie sat down opposite Rodger. They sat there,
looking at one another, neither sure how to start.
Rodger ran his eyes over her body. He loved the way her big tits
strained against her tee shirt. And her tight jeans. "God," he
thought, "they're so tight you can almost see her cunt lips."
He felt his now fully erect cock twitch in response, and casually
covered his bulge with his hands. For a brief moment, he felt unsure.
"Maybe I shouldn't be doing this?" he questioned.
But just then Debbie straighten her shirt. And in doing so, pulled
it more tightly across her breasts. Watching the twin globes push even
harder against the thin fabric, he involuntarily rubbed his now
throbbing shaft.
"Thanks for coming, Debbie," he managed to blurt out. "I dunno
though. Maybe after yesterday, we shouldn't meet like this."
"Now don't start that again," she replied. "What happened yesterday
was just an accident. We both know it didn't mean anything. And if
I'm not upset about it, you shouldn't be either."
"Yeah, but . . ." Rodger protested.
"No buts. Look you need help getting Lou back. And I want to help.
So let's forget about yesterday. The only thing that's important is
you and Lou. Maybe you thought I was coming on to you yesterday. And
maybe I was, a bit. But I don't expect anything for helping you.
Really I don't"
"She really wants it," he thought. "If I play my cards right,
she'll think it's all her idea. Just be careful and don't fuck things
up," he cautioned himself.
"You're really sweet, Debbie. It ain't fair, my taking advantage of
you like this. If there was any other way I could get Lou back, I
would. I feel terrible about how I treated her."
Debbie saw the pain in his face. She wanted to hold him, and
somehow ease the pain.
"Maybe you should tell me what happened?" she asked. "Lou wouldn't
tell me all the details."
"Do I have to? I'm not proud of what I did."
"If I'm going to help at all, I need to know what the problem is. I
won't judge you. I need to know so, maybe, I can come up with a way to
fix things."
He wondered how much to tell her. How would she react if she knew
how much he was turned on by treating Louanne like that. Or how she
would respond when he did the same thing to her.
"Well, I kinda got a little carried away when we were at Dale's on
saturday."
"I know that much. But what did you do to her?"
"Well, I kinda made her do something. Look, Debbie, I really don't
want to talk about this. Do we really have to? Can't we just talk
about what I have to do to get her back?"
"I know this is painful for you, Rodger. I can tell you're a real
sensitive guy. But I need to know what you did and why? If you don't
understand why you did what you did, how can you expect to change? How
can we plan how you're gonna get her back?"
"Well if I have to. I kinda forced her to go down on me."
"How? And why? Comon Rodge. Stop trying to avoid the issue."
"Damn, you're tough. Okay. I forced her to suck me off. We were
necking, and suddenly I had this real big hard on. It felt like I was
gonna die if I didn't get off."
"I dunno. But lately Lou doesn't seem to like to do much more than
neck. Oh, we've done stuff like that before. But she does it less and
less. She obviously doesn't love me like she used to."
"Of course she still loves you," Debbie protested. "But love is a
two way street. Maybe she just wants some attention, too. She has
needs too. But we'll talk about that later. Right now, finish telling
me what you did."
"I tried to get her to rub it. But she wouldn't. But when I felt
her hand on me, I guess I kinda went crazy. I grabbed her hand and
made her rub it. I tried to get her hot. I started licking and
kissing her . . . er . . . breasts. Yeah, her breasts."
"But that didn't seem to work. She kept fighting me. I didn't know
what to do. I mean there I was in pain. And she wouldn't do anything.
So I kinda forced the issue."
"And how did you do that?
"I don't know why I did what I did. I kind of went crazy. You have
to understand, I'm not usually like that. But suddenly all I could
think of was my own needs. It was like I was a completely different
person."
"You're avoiding the question again," Debbie said. "We can talk
about why after. Right know, all I want to know is how. How did you
force her?"
"I choked her. I grabbed her throat and made her take out my cock .
. . er . . . I mean penis. Then I pushed her face down in my lap and
forced my . . . er . . . penis in her mouth."
"I kept squeezing her neck and forced her head up and down on me
until I came. And when she tried to get up, I held her down until I
was finished. And when she tried to spit it out, I forced her to
swallow it."
"How?" Debbie asked, horrified, and yet fascinated by what she was
hearing.
"I held her head so she couldn't move. And then I covered her mouth
and nose with my hand so she couldn't breathe. She had no choice but
to do what I wanted her to do."
"My God, Rodger. No wonder she's scared of you. How could you have
done something like that? Why would you have done it? Did it turn you
on?"
"That's the part that frightens me. I was kinda turned on watching
her. Knowing she was frightened. But that wasn't why I did it."
Debbie shivered, thinking how Louanne must have felt. Not being
able to breathe, feeling pain as he squeezed her neck tighter. It must
have been awful.
"But why, Rodger? Why would you have done such a terrible thing?"
"You don't understand. If you only knew how she makes me feel when
we're together. How much I enjoy it when she does that to me. And
it's like, all of a sudden, she won't any more."
"When we were necking, and she refused to touch me there, I dunno, I
just saw red. It was like I was losing her. And if I was, I had
nothing more to lose. In all the time we went out, she'd never do it,
never let me come in her mouth. She'd never swallow it."
"I know this sounds crazy, but getting her to do that became
important. I couldn't understand how she could say she loved me, but
still refused me that. Shit, other girls do it, why wouldn't she?
Like I said, it doesn't really make any sense. But that was how I felt
then."
Debbie sat there, stunned. If anyone else had told her what Rodger
just admitted to doing, she would have thought they were lying. But
she knew Louanne was scared of him. And now she knew why.
"But he seems really sorry," she thought. "And if he'll listen to
what I say here, I'm sure he'll change. And if he does what he should
to Louanne, she shouldn't mind as much doing what he likes."
"Why did you feel Louanne didn't love you any more?" she asked.
"Like I said, she didn't seem as interested in fooling around like
she used to. Hell, when we first started going out together, we would
spend hours making out."
"I think it was our fourth date, when Lou first went down on me. It
got so that any time we could find a place alone somewhere, she'd do
it. But the last month or so, I'd have to beg her to do it."
"Ever think it might have been because she wasn't enjoying it?"
Debbie asked. "Maybe she felt you didn't love her?"
"Of course I loved her. I still do. Why would she feel like that?"
"Maybe it was because of stuff you wouldn't do for her. You wanted
her to do it to you because it made you feel good. But did you make
her feel good in return?"
"I tried. But she never really seemed to enjoy it."
"You tried? How? What exactly did you do?"
"Well I'd kiss and lick her, er, breasts. And sometimes, I'd rub
her c. . . her, er . . ."
"Pussy?" Debbie suggested.
"Yeah, her pussy. Anyways, I'd rub it for her. At first, she
seemed to like it when I did it. But after awhile, she stopped letting
me."
"Did you ever finger-fuck her?"
"Did I what?"
"You know, stick your finger in her pussy. Did you?"
"She let me a couple of times. But she always complained I was
hurting her, or I was too rough. The same thing when I tried to play
with her breasts. She was always saying I was too rough."
"After a while, I just stopped. She never liked it when I tried to
do stuff to her anyway."
"Did you ever try to eat her? You know, just using your mouth and
tongue?"
"We did that once. But I felt foolish. And it didn't seem to get
her all that excited anyhow."
"How long did you do it?"
"I dunno. I wasn't timing myself," Rodger replied, feeling
irritated with all her questions.
"Comon Rodger, think. How long? A minute? Two?"
"I guess about a minute. But what does that have to do with
anything?"
"And when someone sucks you off? How long does it take you to cum?"
"How the hell should I know? I don't carry around a stop watch."
"Five minutes? Ten?"
"I guess that sounds like it. It really depends on how excited I
am. And how good the girl is."
"Exactly. When you're really turned on, you shoot right off, don't
you? But if you ain't, or the girl doesn't know what she's doing, it
takes longer, don't it?"
"I guess so. I never thought of it like that before."
"I'm finally getting through to him," she thought. Debbie's hand
shot out and grabbed Rodger by the crotch. She squeezed hard.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. "What the fuck do you think you're
doing. God you're hurting me. Let go, damn it!"
"Sorry," she said, as she quickly withdrew her hand. "Did that feel
good?"
"Are you out of your fucking mind? You nearly tore my fucking balls
off, and you ask me if it felt good?"
Debbie again reached out with her hand.
"Get away from me. You're fucking crazy," Rodger said as he tried
to move away from her.
"No! Don't worry. I promise I won't hurt you this time." Her hand
gently touched him. She rubbed the area she had hurt. She caressed
and stroked his testicles. "Does that feel better?" she asked.
"Don't. Please Debbie."
"Does it? And when I do this?" She located his shaft and gently
squeezed it.
"Please Debbie. If you only knew what you're doing to me."
"But I do. See, when I do this gently, it turns you on. But if I
do this." Again she squeezed his testicles.
"Shit! Get the fuck away from me," he screamed as he tried to tear
her hands away.
"Don't you see?" she asked. "When I'm gentle, you like it. But if
I'm rough, it doesn't turn you on. Just like what you did to Lou."
"You mean, all the time I was trying to get her hot, she was turned
off?"
"You got it. And if I did this for a minute or two." Again she
caressed his shaft. "And then stopped, how would you feel afterwards?"
"I'd feel good."
"After I stopped? But if I didn't do anything else, would you still
feel good?"
"Probably not, I guess."
"And that's how Lou felt after you only ate her for a minute or two.
How did you expect her to get excited that way. Besides it takes girls
longer. You have to learn to be more gentle. And more patient."
Debbie again reached for his shaft. Rodger stiffened at her touch.
She traced the outline of his harden cock through his pants.
"Please Debbie. Don't! We shouldn't," he pleaded.
"Does it feel good?" she asked.
"Yes. God, yes. But . . ."
"Why? Why does it fell good?"
"Because you're being gentle?" he replied.
"You're learning. But there's another reason, too. What do you
think that is?"
"Please Debbie, will you stop it. I can't think straight. Don't
tease me like this."
"That's it. Don't you see?"
"I can't see anything. Please take your hand away. Please!" he
begged.
"Oh sorry," she said as she removed her hand from his now fully
enlarged shaft. Up to this moment, she had been watching the emotions
on his face. She glanced to where her hand had just been. "My God,"
she thought, "he's huge."
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Rodger said, as he squirmed
uncomfortably. "I know you mean well, but this just isn't working
out."
"Hey, don't quit now," she argued. "Look at the progress you've
made already."
"Progress? What progress? All I got is a hard-on that won't quit.
And no way to get rid of it."
"You've made a lot of progress. You've learned you have to be
gentle. That being rough isn't the way to turn a girl on. You've
learned it takes patience. You can't expect Lou to get all hot just
because you play with her a little bit."
"And you learned that, sometimes, you need to tease a bit. You
know, play with her for awhile before you do anything else. If this
was you and Lou, and she went down on you now, how long would it be
before you came? A minute? Two?"
"Shit. I'd probably come the moment her lips touch me."
"Exactly. The same thing applies to Lou. If you played with her
titties and pussy like that, she'd come a lot quicker when you finally
went down on her."
"Fat chance I'll ever have of doing that," Rodger said,
despondently. "She hardly even talks to me, let alone allow me to
touch her again."
"You have to prove to her you've changed. You need to show her she
doesn't have to be afraid any more."
"Yeah, right. And how do I do that?"
"Look, Lou still loves you, I know she does. But after what you
did, she's afraid. Afraid you'll hurt her again. So now you have to
extra careful, extra gentle. You have to take it extra slow."
"Like Friday night. Treat her like she's a fragile piece of glass.
When you kiss her, do it slowly, softly. Touch her face, her neck,
lightly. Don't squeeze her. If she lets you hold her, pretend she's
an egg. Hold her tenderly, not hard."
"I don't know if I can do something like that," Rodger said,
"Sometimes, I don't know my own strength."
"Sure you can. Here," she said as she moved closer, "pretend I'm
Lou. Place your arms around me."
Rodger wrapped his arm around Debbie and pulled her closer. "No.
Don't pull on her. Let her be the one to move closer. If she doesn't
want to, don't force her. Now try it again."
Debbie moved back a little as Rodger again placed his arms around
her. "If she won't move closer to you, try moving closer to her. But
slowly, so she doesn't feel threatened."
Unsure what she meant, Rodger edged closer.
"Yeah, like that. Like you're not sure if she'll let you. That way
she feels like she still has some control over what's happening. If
she moves away, or pushes you away, let her. Change your approach if
you have to."
"Change my approach? I don't understand."
"Gently caress her arm. Or her neck. Do something to keep contact.
But don't do anything aggressive."
"You mean like this?" Rodger asked as he rubbed her arm.
"No. Not like that. It's like you were patting a dog. More like
this," she said as she lightly ran her fingers along his shoulder.
"And if you touch her neck, only use your finger tips like this."
Debbie gently stroked his neck under his ear with her fingers. She
felt him shudder.
"See what I mean? Light and gentle. But it feels good too. You
don't have to be rough."
"Yeah, I see what you mean. Let me try it now." Rodger move
slightly closer to Debbie and tried to do the same thing to her.
"Hey, that's it. But don't do it so fast. Yeah, like that. See it
isn't so hard to do."
"I guess you're right. But what do I do next? I can't sit there
all night playing with her neck."
"Why not? If that's what Lou wants? You could kiss her there if
she lets you."
"You mean like this?" Rodger said as he lowered his mouth to her
neck.
"Well almost. Just let your lips brush across the skin. Yeah,
that's it. And you can use your tongue too."
Rodger took long sweeps with his tongue up her neck.
"No. Not like that. That feels like a dog licking someone. Here,
let me show you."
Debbie moved closer so she could reach his neck. Her lips just
barely touch him. Her tongue darted here and there, making light
stabbing motions. Rodger again stiffened with the contact. His
breathing became more rapid, as he leaned closer to her.
Debbie stopped and move away. Rodger hands shot out and grabbed
hold of her. Realizing he had made a mistake, he dropped his hands to
his side and smiled at her sheepishly.
"Sorry. I kinda blew it that time, didn't I?"
"Well, you have to expect some mistakes. But I really think you're
improving. You just have to start using your brain instead of your
balls."
Rodger slowly raised his arms to her shoulders. His fingers
caressed her arms. He moved closer and lowered his mouth to her neck.
Imitating what Debbie had done, he used his lips and tongue. This time
it was Debbie who leaned closer.
Rodger's hands moved slowly and gently around to Debbie's back, as
he drew her tighter against him. He made certain his movements were
slow and gentle. His mouth moved from her neck to her face.
He kissed her cheeks, and then her nose. He moved downward to brush
his lips across hers. His tongue lightly caressed her lips, but made
no move to push inward. Debbie's lips parted as her tongue slipped out
to meet his. He gently closed his mouth upon her tongue, trapping it.
His tongue flickered rapidly across hers. One of Rodger's hands
dropped to her thigh, and lightly rested there.
Rodger leaned back against the pole, and Debbie followed. They
continued to kiss as she caressed his face. One hand lightly stroked
her thigh, Rodger moved his other under her shirt and massaged her bare
back. Lost in the pleasant feelings, Debbie unconsciously placed her
hand on his thigh. Her hand closed on his covered shaft and caressed
it.
At her touch, Rodger moved his hands to her breasts. He pushed
forward, smashing his mouth hard against her. His hands grabbed the
firm flesh of her breasts and squeezed. Debbie tried to break away
from him, but he continued to press forward, giving her no room.
Breaking their kiss, and using both hands to push him away, she
yelled, "Stop that! Rodger, don't!"
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